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❪ ཐི♥︎ཋྀ ❫ dear @dollified ,
“ i made a promise with myself that i wouldn’t get back here with you. ”
#╰ ♡ . 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢. … ( 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ) thread.#dollified#hello friend thank u for sending one :*#song is same place by joy.!
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( 💌 ) closed starter for: @dollified
"what i'm trying to say is that—that dude's been following us for hours now, mini! i swear to god, we've been walking around for hours now and he's still there! lurking!"
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❛ ❀。 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 › ❪ @dollified ❫ .
୭ ･ﾟ ◦ ♡ ❛ wow !! you look really pretty . i don’t think you’d need me to get your ex - back . they’d be an idiot not to want to get back together when you look like this . ❜
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Dollified y'shtola
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sleepystephbot on twitter.
#dothistome!#sleepystephbot#hypnosis#illustration#dollification#dollified#clown#femboy#androgynous aesthetic
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in which i think it'd be really cool and fucked up if belos got dollified too (i spent way too much time on that design/ref)
#💉heretic's art#the owl house#toh dollified belos au#toh luz noceda#toh hunter#toh collector#toh emperor belos#toh phillip wittebane#the owl house spoilers#thanks to them spoilers#toh s3 spoilers#15k notes
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Bitches love me for my whimsy and my susceptibility to mind control.
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❪ ཐི♥︎ཋྀ ❫ dear @dollified ,
“ and why can’t i come with you ? ”
#╰ ♡ . 𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐤. … ( 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ) thread.#dollified#hi new friend 🫂#hope this is ok ! let me know if u would like anything changed
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"kinda cute? i'm only kinda cute? i'm literally wearing mickey ears."
#omg blate disney date<3#( tate jeong ) — & blair .#( tate jeong ) — general .#( tate jeong ) — prose .#dollified
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Beneath the mask
Her mind screamed. This was not her.
But the mask dulled her thoughts. When asked, her muffled words were obedient and submissive.
With time, the porcelain would be her skin. Her eyes would be blue. Her lips would be pink. Her thoughts would be gone.
Only peace and obedience.
(AI Art, created with DALLE 3)
#hypnosis#lipstick#hypnotism#hypnotic#mind control#mind corruption#dollification#dollify yourself#mindless doll#the mask transformation#mask kink#mask#porcelain#mindcontrol#mind conditioning#doll#pink lipstick#ai artwork#ai generated#ai art#ai image#ai girl#morgans stories
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God help me this dream I had the other night, I just had to write about it.
Wandering around aimlessly in the back of an empty library, glancing back to see an older man smiling at you. Of course you smile back, it’s common knowledge you should be polite. Especially with the lingering thought of what he might do since the two of you are alone.
He comes over to you, just a friendly hello. Maybe the two of you share an interest in the same genre, exchange the names of your favourite novels. Or atleast that’s why you tell yourself he’s here, surely you’re not so disgusting as to let those lewd thoughts actually bother you?
The two of you actually seem to get along quite well. He’s strangely quick to tell you about his interest in books on psychology and how the mind works, or just the whole topic in general. You hardly even notice the way he runs his fingers along your arm every so often, fingers trailing along the back of your neck.
You find it hard to look away from him, the more he talks the more you find yourself getting lost in his words. And god those eyes.. you swear you could look at them for hours. You don’t even try to resist as he takes you by the hand and escorts you out of the building, blindly agreeing to let him take you back to his apartment for a drink.
His hand rests on the back of your neck as the two of you walk, you can’t help but just nod along to everything my he says. Though you’re hardly listening, all you can think of is how his lips would feel against yours. You imagine he’d taste like sharp whiskey and cigarette smoke. Or perhaps the opposite, sweet and passionate like your favourite candies.
His apartment is nicely decorated, the walls plastered with photos of different sceneries, an oddly comforting smell lingers in the hallways. You know this is where you’re meant to be. Right where he wants you to be. Of course, he never intended to bring you back for a drink. Far from it. Though his true intentions are just what you want, aren’t they?
As he sits you down, the first thing he asks you is a rather blunt question, one that catches you a little off guard.
“Have you ever been hypnotised before, love?”
You shake your head at this, somewhat still lost in thought. Though you try to stay focused, the man did invite you in after all. It would be rude to simply stare, even if he was too gorgeous to resist.
He suggests you let him try out a technique he’s become quite good with, of course you agree. You don’t even know what he’s talking about, but you know you can’t say no to him. Maybe it was the way he spoke, or just the fact you wanted him to have his way with you.
You barely even notice yourself slipping away, your mind emptying as he continues to speak. His words become your thoughts, the only thing you need. You know this is where you belong, under his command. It’s almost impossible to look away now, he already had you in his grasp from the moment you met.
You don’t resist as he begins to remove your clothing. Why would you? This is how it’s meant to be, you belong to him afterall. Who are you to say no?
“Just lie back for me, doll. Let’s take care of you, shall we?”
You hadn’t even noticed how wet you’d gotten. His hands subtly trailing up your thighs, rubbing at the sides of your hips. You were practically throbbing, body aching for more.
He tells you to nod, you do it. You’d already given him your consent now, he wasn’t going to stop. Not that you would even dare ask him to. One hand gently wraps around your throat, the other sliding down toward that spot you crave to be pleasured.
He slips his fingers inside you with ease, you were already soaked with your own arousal. He had no trouble working one inside, soon adding another. You can’t find the strength to move, instead only finding yourself able to let out lewd noises and pathetic moans, subconsciously grinding your hips back against his hand. Desperate for more.
Maybe he’ll let you cum, maybe he won’t. Perhaps he’ll make you beg for him to move his fingers, or fuck you senseless until the only thing you can do is whine like the pathetic toy you are. He’ll break you one way or another.
“You’re just a doll for me to play with, aren’t you sweetheart?”
You know you’ll nod your pretty head back at him, letting him toy with you for however long he wants.
Please please pleaseee I need this.
#hypno fantasy#hypno k1nk#dollification#attention wh0r3#r@petoy#ftm ns/fw#hypnosub#boy toy#hypnok1nk#hypnoslut#hypno toy#dollboy#free use doll#fuck doll#dollify yourself#ftm sub#ftm nsft
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The show honestly should’ve just let Belos remain the only major antagonist/villain. The Collector feels like they’re only there because Belos’s themes were “too dark”, so they needed a lighter/cuter antagonist to compensate, or were even told by Disney to do that.
#toh critical#toh criticism#i don't hate them but they're just not that interesting#there isn't even any intrigue with the puppets#bc in the same episode where we first see them we learn that it's completely reversible and seems to leave zero damage#so there's nothing to worry about in terms of people getting dollified. they're all fine#except raine but that's because belos is doing his thing
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I loved your charectr design. For this and well I’m sorry if this sounds wird but did you have a backstory for it or just made it for fun sorry for bothering you
[ image id: v1 from ultrakill giving you a big thumbs-up with the hand very close to the camera. end id ] (image cred: x)
DONT WORRY YOU ARE NOT BOTHERING ME AT ALL!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR DA COMPLIMENT ! and i dont have a backstory for it yet..?
the basic story of this au is a "what if?" of collector being freed a moment too soon (and/or) belos's form not shattering after luz gives him the taste of his own medicine w the sigil/draining spell thing (basically SOMETHING goes differently resulting in this)
and for those 2 months that hexgang is gone to the human realm, this entire time belos did NOT follow them into the realm but instead was being collector's "right hand" of sorts (you can imagine how creeped out king was the entire time lmao!)
which is why in the image description i put into a reblog recently i wished to emphasize on the fact that hunter is MISSING his possession scars. there was no possession to begin with bc belos was in the demon realm the whole time !
however i am more interested in using doll belos as a tool to explore interesting scenarios and more what if-s, so there isnt a specific story/backstory set for this !! and im also more than happy if people want to explore the idea of how EXACTLY we got here.
i think if there will be any fan stuff for this that i personally dont find works w my vision ill reblog it with "doll belos headcanons" ! or something similar
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The Works
You came to the new salon mostly on a whim. It was a Sunday, so it’s not like you had anything special in mind for the next day. Just work. Boring, dreary, work. But you thought that feeling pretty might help the work week go a little more smoothly. Give your colleagues something else to talk about besides meetings and progress updates. You wanted to feel seen for once.
For such a nice place, it was a pleasant surprise that you were able to get a walk-in appointment. Fern’s Grove, it was called. Cute name. The ceilings were high, and the place felt remarkably open and airy for being just another building in a strip mall. A fountain bubbled away cheerfully, a variety of exotic plants growing alongside it. The air was even perfumed, floral and berry-like, but in a way you couldn’t quite place. And the woman at the counter, who set your bag in a drawer and got you settled into a astonishingly comfortable chair, was gorgeous. Everyone who worked here was gorgeous. If this was how they took care of themselves, you felt like you were in good hands.
Your cosmetologist came up to you just as you were getting settled. She was just as beautiful as everyone else, maybe more so, with her dramatic cat eye makeup, purple hair and generous curves. She handed you a laminated list of your options, and you could hear her whistling cheerfully in the background as she got her instruments together and you looked over your choices. Hair cut, hair color, hair extensions. Face wash, moisturizing treatments, full makeup. Permanent makeup? That sounded intriguing. Manicure, pedicure, they even offered waxing services (presumably those were in another room). And one thing at the bottom stuck out to you, drawing your attention like a light in the darkness.
The Works.
“I’ll take The Works, please,” you said, almost instinctively. You wanted to see what this place could do.
“Sure about that, doll?” Her voice was sweet like honey, with an edge of something in it. Condescension? Anticipation? Both?
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, then, The Works, coming right up. Lift your arms.”
You did so instinctively. You were always good at following directions. And you thought you knew what was going to happen. She would put an apron on you to protect your clothes, you would talk about what cut and color you wanted for the hair, maybe get your shoes off and your feet soaking for the pedicure.
That’s not what happened.
Cables descended from that high, airy ceiling, and wrapped themselves around your wrists. You tried, briefly, to pull away, but you were held in place. Like a puppet on her strings. Clamps emerged from the chair to do the same to your ankles. You were stuck.
A momentary wave of panic was replaced by a curious fear, as you could feel something seeping from your new restraints. Soaking into the skin of your wrists and ankles. It felt GOOD. Like you were being polished from the inside, like all of the tension in your body was replaced with pleasure. And as you sank back briefly, She placed something over your head. A visor. You tried to close your eyes, but the flashing colors shone through your eyelids, and you opened them out of curiosity. And once they were open, you never wanted to close them again.
At first the messages were simply soothing. Telling you to relax, to sink, to accept all of the new feelings in your body. And there were new feelings. You couldn’t see anything but the swirling colors, couldn’t hear anything but the whispered suggestions from that set of headphones that must have come on just after the visor. But you felt good. Hands nimbly massaged your scalp. The waves of whatever it was from your restraints spread all the way through your arms and legs, making them feel limp and loose and silky smooth and perfectly plastic.
Plastic?
Perfect. Plastic. Puppet.
Pretty. Programmed. Plaything.
This was what the suggestions in your head were saying now. And you kind of liked the sound of it. On some level, you knew that you had work in the morning. You were a Busy Woman With Important Things To Do. But you always hated it. There was another way now? And at least for this afternoon, you could enjoy being a
Perfect
Pretty
Plaything
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Time passed. You couldn’t tell how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time felt less and less meaningful, paying attention to the sensations running through your body. It was almost like an orgasm, but orgasms came and went much faster than this. This was a slow build, leading to a great flowing tide of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted to stop being a programmed plastic puppet.
But then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. The visor and the headphones were pulled off. The restraints at your arms and legs snapped open, your arms dropping into your lap. Your hands moved automatically, one of them grasping a breast, the other rubbing at your crotch shamelessly.
As your eyes focused again, you were amazed with what you saw in the mirror. She… you… was different. Your clothes didn’t fit the same way—blouse swollen and buttons open, skirt disheveled and riding up over thicker thighs. Your mouth was hanging open, lips larger than they were before, and your tongue was hanging out. It was pierced! A blue gemstone sitting in your pretty pink mouth, its color matching your new long nails, your thick eye shadow. Your gleaming metallic hair. And the place on your neck that didn’t even look like flesh anymore. It was seemingly embedded in your skin, blue circuits tracing out from a thick black band.
A Collar.
You didn’t even look human anymore, did you? You looked like…
A Doll.
“What do you think, hun?” said the voice behind you. The voice you now instinctively knew as Owner.
“I don’t think. I just obey.” Automatic.
“Good girl. Stop touching yourself.”
You did, immediately. Arms limp at your sides. Awaiting further instructions.
“What are you?”
“I’m just a doll. An empty-headed plaything.”
“Excellent! And what do you want me to do next?”
“Please…” these words felt like they were escaping from your soul. They were your soul. All you had left was this one thought.
“Please play with me”.
You saw Owner’s luscious mouth open into a wide toothy grin as you said that, watching her and you in the mirror. And then you didn’t think anything else. Not for a long while. Dolls don’t think, they just obey.
Good Doll.
#this story literally came to me in a dream#i was half asleep and held my arms up#and thought hey i can work with this#dollification#transformation#brainwashing#hypnosis#robotization#femcorp#dollify yourself#some of the verbiage is borrowed from hypno files i enjoy#ask nice and i can send you some links#💙💙💙#💙💚💜
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Reasons I share (almost) Zero Porn on this Blog.
#1 - *Real Talk* A lot of depictions of kink within this umbrella seems to feature a narrow idea of beauty and body types. Now we all know that all expressions of beauty are valid. All bodies should be celebrated as healthy, sexy, gorgeous. Still, I don't feel comfortable in holding one certain look on a pedestal.
No one should feel left out of kink because of their appearance, features, weight, colour, gender, abilities etc etc etc....
Number 2 - ♡ You're the Porn, it's you! ♡
♡ it's in your head, it's in your heart, it's in the friends we made along the way ♡
#aftercare#praise#needy wh0re#attention wh0r3#cuddle#dumb slvt#dumbification#dumb bunny#dumb baby#daddy's good girl#dollification#dollify yourself#bimbo doll#bimboification
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